Be-fore dawn's early address

She whispers "sleep -

So you won't feel so depressed"

Were it wontan

Were it won tant

All the those-things

Oft'said best

In calm settings

In caring-jest

Yet - yes

So-sleeps the slumber

Marked the test

Red-blue & burnt umber

Makes a toned-gray gilded-nest

Heavy eyelids dance in meadows

Amid-night surrounded by moonlit-for-est

Que the chorus

Rhythm writhes in unyielding-unrest

Slows now the tempo trembling

To beckon horizon-light's-crest

written by Jonathan Wood

Tatyana photographed by Mckenna Hudson

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